Fallin' For You
And you say you're scared
That I won't be there
Baby, I swear
I'm not going anywhere
You can change your hair
Five times a week
You can change your name
Get a little bit crazy
You can dance in the rain
Rockin' secondhand chic
But I live for the day
That I'm calling you baby
We had been dating for a few months when she finally broke down and said her biggest worry about the whole relation.
"I-I'm just worried that it will end like all my other relationships and you'll end up leaving me." she cried into my chest while I held her.
"Hey, look at me," I say lifting her chin up, "I'm not going anywhere. I swear on the River Styx but if I do you have all the right to kick my butt." I promise her but it still doesn't seem to convince her that it's true. "Just trust me, I love how you wear mismatched socks and eat your pizza cold. And when we go to beach we always go swimming at night. That makes you one of a kind though and I think that I'm lucky that you are mine." She smiles but I can tell in her eyes that she still doesn't believe me. "You could do anything and I'd still love, like that time you changed your hair every single day,"
She walked in the door with her hair straightened, "I think I'm gonna straighten my hair everyday because it's just so much easier." She says. I like her curls better but it wont change how much I love her so I kiss her and comment on how long and blonde it is.
The next day however her hair is curly again but it has vibrant fuchsia streaks at the end. "I think that these streaks will work for a change in my plain hair." She comments, but when I ask if they are permanent she shakes her head smiling, clip-ins. I just play with her hair after that twirling it around my fingers.
The third day she comes in, the pink is gone and all that remains are sparkles, tinsel, she comments when I ask. Pushing me and giggling when I say that they make her look even more like an angel and kiss her deeply.
When I see her next her hair is shorter. It has gone from her mid-back to just below her shoulders, still curly but shorter and bangs that swoop just above her eyebrow. I walk over to her and she doesn't say anything at first but smiles when I reach out and touch a curl telling her how much I love that the curls were still there.
The last day she does anything to it is when her hair is cut into straight across bangs that make her eyes stand out against her tan skin. If anything she looks more beautiful. She smiles sheepishly and shrugs guaranteeing that this was the last time she was going to do something to her hair. I laugh it off and tell her I would love her with whatever she did to it. She then thinks for a few seconds and asks about a Mohawk which I decline immediately.
We laugh at the memory but it's good to know that she I believing me now.
"I love it when you dance in the rain, too." I add, "It makes you even more cute with your hair sticking to you face and how angelic you look twirling around in your rain boots and my oversized coat. Then when you wear your boots and old jackets and vintage clothing I think that you are the best dressed lady, I have ever seen. Then when you act surprised when I do something predictable. No matter what you do , I will always love you." I laugh
"Whitney Houston really? I should've known." She smiles.
Review please :p and I still own none of this except the story idea itself. Cause let's be honest Rocky would be my boyfriend by now.
